Mu Dianke's heart rose to his throat, and he ran forward with his sword in hand. Suddenly, he heard a loud shout, and the long knife in Jin Yanchen's hand shone brightly, like a surging wave of water, and like a raging flame, tearing a big crack in the night brightly.

White light flashed, and the arms and head of the old man were already separated from his body.

The severed skull and stumps danced wildly, which was originally a new injury, but it was burned by the light of the knife and there was no trace of blood.

The sky is vast, and I am the only one.

The stunning arrow shot from the mulberry tree suddenly lost its luster under the backdrop of this knife.

The old man's eyes widened, as if someone had pinched his neck, and he let out a scream: "Wind Thunder Knife! Wind Thunder Knife! ”

There are ten layers of Jinjia knife method, take the image of nature, one layer of Luoying, two layers of wood, three layers of gold and stone, four layers of buildings, five layers of mountains and six layers of waterfalls, seven layers of flowing clouds and eight layers of rain, nine layers of wind and thunder, ten layers of open heaven and earth.

The highest strength that Jin Yanchen has shown so far is the "Cloud Breaking Knife" of the eighth layer.

Jin Zheyan had only practiced to the eighth layer before he died, and it was still an achievement that he could achieve by ignoring everything and practicing martial arts with peace of mind in a privileged environment. Why did Jin Yanchen easily cross that level at such a young age?

Since the two brothers were favored by the old man of the Fang Rong family and accepted them for their own use, countless martial arts cheats were sent to them and let them practice. And like the Jin family sword, the Mu family sword, the Chang family's internal strength, etc., this kind of wonderful martial arts, because of the scarcity of inheritance, the Fang Rong family has no way to get it, but they have never given up peeping.

The two elders of Qing Ming have a lot of detailed understanding of Jin Yanchen's martial arts, if Jin Yanchen's sword skills are still at the eighth layer, he and Qing Lao join forces, or they can compete with one of them.

But Jin Yanchen has already practiced to the ninth layer, so it is definitely not a character like them who can resist it.

Halfway through the palm, he suddenly closed his momentum and did not dare to move forward.

As soon as the obstacle from the two elders of Qing Ming was gone, Jin Yanchen got the space to exert himself, and quickly leaned down and rushed down, his body reversed in mid-air, and the blade dragged back, like a cloud and flowing water, without a trace of obstacles, and slashed towards the big mulberry tree in the distance with the wind and thunder.

The strong air flow brought by the wind deflected the feather arrow, and the arrow was slightly oblique, grazing Jin Yanchen's neck and flying, whistling past, cutting off a large piece of bloody flesh.

In the end, he couldn't complete the matching arrow through the throat.

The wind and thunder sword qi were unstoppable, slashing towards the big mulberry tree on the hillside. A grayish-yellow figure scurried out before the canopy cracked.

That's Xue Qing, the second "shooting arrow" Xue Qing of Luoyang Bajun!

When that arrow was fired, the name came to mind. It's a pity that this sharpshooter, who has no false hair, suffered the first miss in his life.

Jin Yanchen held the long knife in his hand, spun around in the air, straightened his inclined body, pounced forward, and swung out again. The scorching sword light was like a blazing sun, reflecting the red blood color of the face, and the ink danced, and the face was cold, like a Yama who was born out of nowhere.

Xue Qing was hit on the back by the strong sword qi, and as soon as his body froze, he asked Qian Yu to catch up from behind and pierce with a sword.

Mei Longxue held the golden scoop in her hand, fell from the sky, and smashed Xue Qing's heavenly spirit cover with a scoop.

Luoyang Bajun, and then fold one Jun.

When the last part of the stubborn black-clothed people saw this, they rushed towards Jin Yanchen one after another, desperately trying to be pierced by the killers of the Ming Palace to make a last fight.

The two of them flew to the rescue, but after only a moment, Jin Yanchen slashed down with a knife again. More than a dozen black-clothed people, like a split water scoop, separated one after another and poured to both sides.

One person was divided into two corpses, and not even a drop of blood was spilled, and everyone was terrified.

Yao Qingmu stumbled and ran through the crowd, I don't know if he was overly frightened, his eyes were glazed, and he kept calling: "Xiaoyi" and "Xiaoyi".

There were corpses everywhere, people everywhere, Yao Qingmu tripped and fell, fell to the ground and had a blue nose and swollen face, got up and ran again.

When Jin Yanchen swung out that knife, Yao Qingmu just ran behind him and called out in a sad voice: "Xiaoyi."

Tremblingly stretched out his hand towards Jin Yanchen.

The hand stretched out halfway, and suddenly an extra dagger appeared in the palm, changing the previous old clumsiness, becoming extremely agile, arching his elbow and raising his wrist, and stabbing towards Jin Yanchen's back heart.

Mu Dianke's heart couldn't help but shrink violently: It's like this again! Always!

Always when their hearts have just softened and they begin to believe that there is still warmth and love in this world, a knife is stabbed from behind.

Let their hearts bleed over and over again, scab over, and finally become so hard that they can no longer be saved.

She thought, Jin Yanchen will probably never trust anyone again in this life, right?

Mu Dianke's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and he hurriedly walked away, slashing towards Yao Qingmu's wrist. Yao Qingmu screamed miserably, and her entire right palm made her bloody and slashed down.

Mu Dianke hated it in his heart, and without waiting for Yao Qingmu to react, he raised his left hand sword and stabbed it into Yao Qingmu's chest.

A sword pierced the heart.

Yao Qingmu looked at Mu Dianke, a smile slowly appeared on his face, and he was relieved.

Mu Dianke looked at his extremely tired and relieved smile, and was slightly stunned, and caught a glimpse of a gray figure coming and going, and his palms came towards Jin Yanchen's back.

The figure was on the left, her left hand sword was inserted in Yao Qingmu's chest, and the sword in her right hand was too late to help, so she had to block it with her body.

The palm of the old man with all his strength fell on Mu Dianke's chest.

Blood rushed out of her mouth and fell little by little, like the falling plum blossoms that were blown wildly by the wind on the day she first entered Yunjiazhuang.

Mu Dian only felt that his body was floating on a cloud, and his consciousness was withdrawn from his body little by little, and he didn't feel the slightest pain.

She gritted her teeth, and with the last of her strength, she raised her right hand and clenched her sword in the air, slashing through the throat of the elder.

Exhausted, he fell limply to the grass.

Yao Qingmu looked at Mu Dianke, who fell silently, and said, "I'm sorry. Turning his head to look at the north, his eyes were full of tears, and he was happy to return home: "Old master, Dingzhong can finally come to see you." ”

He leaned back straight and walked away.

Chang Qianfo and the killers of Tianzi Palace stood in a row on the hillside, resisting the advance of Rong Yi's army with all their might. Suddenly, there was an exclamation behind him: "Girl! "Kaqin!" "Little pear!"

When he turned around, he saw Mu Dian slipping and falling on Jin Yanchen's back, his eyes were cracked, and he roared: "Dian Ke!" ”

With a kick flying out, he kicked the black-clothed man who was attacking at close range and flew away, turning around and running away.

Fang Junhe's face sank, his ten fingers quickly plucked the strings, and he was so chaotic that he only saw a stack of ghosts, and the sound of killing was loud, and the soldiers in the front row couldn't bear it, and they all rolled on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Qianyu was also in severe pain in his heart, but he understood that it was useless for him to run back at the moment, so he quickly stepped forward to fill the gap vacated by Chang Qianfo, his eyes were red, and his wrists were sharply turned and several people were injured.

Mei Longxue burst into tears, holding the golden scoop and smashing it down while crying, and the master told her that no matter how sad things were, she would do everything possible to survive. Only those who are alive are qualified to grieve for others.

Mu Dianke was picked up from the ground by Jin Yanchen and held him in his arms, his eyes gradually became godless, and he was about to be unable to open them. Trembling, he reached into the void with his hands, as if to grasp something, and muttered something in his mouth. However, his strength was weak, and it was difficult to hear.

Jin Yanchen was transporting internal force to her to continue her life, and at the same time put his ear to her mouth, his jaw trembled, and he couldn't choke up: "Si'er, what do you want?" You tell me, I'll find you whatever you want! ”

Mu Dianke's lips opened, and he gently spit out two words, but Jin Yanchen still didn't hear it, and brought his ears closer.

Mu Dian recovered from the initial numbness, his internal organs cracked, his brow furrowed, and he still stubbornly called the name.

This time Jin Yanchen heard it clearly, what she said was: "Thousand Buddhas...... A Thousand Buddhas ......"